You and Daryl were an explosive duo. You had the same sense of humour, you were as grumpy and you were stubborn.

Sometimes even the rest of the group had enough both of you, your playfully mocking, insults or your inappropriate jokes got on their nerves.

Today, when you came back from the supply run, you took a quick shower when you suddenly heard a bang downstairs. You quickly took the towel and wrapped it around you. Leaving the bathroom, you took the gun in your hand and picked it up, holding your finger on the trigger.

Coming down you noticed that it was just Daryl looking around your house. You breathed a sigh of relief and lowered your weapon.

You spoke up.

“Damn it, Dixon.”

At this time, Daryl heard footsteps from upstairs and stopped walking around the house. He looked up and noticed you. He leaned against the nearest wall, crossing his arms over his chest and smirked. His eyes went up and down and whistled.

Daryl laughed and said.

"You always greeting your guests like this?"